http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jess%20Holden The original writings of author Jess Holden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033820 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thought all along what I missed was what was on the inside.I was wrong.I did not love your overwhelming ability to worry over everything;how you gave into anxiety with such ease.I did not love your unpreparedness;or how you never seemed to have a pen for law.I did not love the way you held my hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1318701/ I just really wanted to see if I could write and sound professional-ish ok http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1306803/ how do I say goodbyeto someonewho has always been by my side? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1229827/ I thought I could feel my heartforcing its way up my throatto meet your lips;but I was greeted withnothing more than airand an uneasy stomach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1229168/ wow I haven't written in so long... holy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1228979/ I wrote a monologue for writers craft. this is what happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/1172529/ http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=uCjV-80Tqog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/999040/ “Hey,” I heard a soft voice say, making me look up from mydesk, and into Val’s blue eyes. “Hey,” I smiled, dropping my pen into my book,noticing her geography textbook lying heavily under her arms. 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Have I lost that ablility comp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/993026/ Oncethe Whiteman’s were gone, Mr Rowley sent me back out to the crap shack, whisperinga threatening “I’ll be out in a few minutes to deal with you.” I felt nofear of the impending punishment, knowing that I would be able to escape fromthis place soon; Timothy&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/992347/ “Emily,”his husky voice echoed over the darkening beach, “when I saw the Rowley’s bringyou home, and after Lily,” he paused, rubbing his eyes with his hands beforelooking over at me, eyes red and burning. “I didn’t want to see what happenedwith h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/992323/ Thefollowing days after that night with Timothy was spent with a numb sense ofaccomplishment for finally finding something to live and strive for. Even asthe nights gave way to snowy days, I knew that Timothy would be there duringthe coldest of nights to keep me from freezing myself into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/992321/ Theday was uneventful and dark; not even Timothy came around to visit, which leftan empty feeling in my chest. Mr Rowley didn’t even bother to come around tobother me, neither did Mrs Rowley. I just laid on my bed and thought; I thoughtabout everything and anything, until I began t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/992299/ WhenI awoke, Timothy was gone, but his warm blankets remained wrapped around me, nolight shining through the small walls of the shack. I got up and look outtowards the house, noticing the Rowley’s car back in place, and the lack ofdisturbed sleep I got. Normally, Mr Rowley would al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/992294/ "OH how wonderful! You two can't go more than 5 minutes without checking out the closest guy to us! I mean really..." 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I must remain in therapy toremain in this house. Whenshe arrive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/791183/ Timothysat there and listened to everything I had to say, never interrupting me once,not even to ask a question. I told him of how I would always come to the beachwith Benny, how I was adopted, the Rowley’s, Lily, the crap shack, even aboutmy mother and father, which I never spoke .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/791131/ Iwalked down the steep dirt road until I saw the sunlight glimmering off of thewater. I felt the excitement rise inside of me, as I began to walk faster andfaster until I was almost running. I felt the wind blow in my face, tears runningdown my face as I imagined I was running with Benny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/791122/ WhenI awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a steady warm breeze flowingthrough the walls of my crap shack, I smiled. 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It was like I was a floating head, without hands or feet, even without a torso.Voices, I hear voices, I think, trying to understand the distant voices. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/787149/ The sunlight burnt our lips,As we held our tounges,We had to keep secret,What we had become. Years past as they must,Coming forth a new lust,For things we had always feared,Turned and whispered to ear: "You want to try,But it's a lie,You think you are ready,But your mind you must keep stea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/785439/ I stood there, green grass beneath my feet, the sun setting warmly in the background, and the wind lightly blowing my long hair from my face. It needed to be cut, and soon, before people started confusing me with a hippie.I bent down, my knees cracking painfully, as I wiped away the dirt and dust th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/783687/ might be a bit confusing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/783670/ I kept my head down as the casket was lowered into the dark soil of the graveyard, too afraid to watch. I couldn't admit to myself that this was all happening; I couldn't look up and watch my father be lowered into the ground, knowing that this was all my fault.I wiped my eyes away, trying not to sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/783644/ I knew what they were thinking: here she comes, hot off the press and ready to jump back on the wagon again. Coach Johnson ran up to me, soccer ball under arm and a smile on her face."Glad to see you on your feet again Benni!" she exclaimed, slapping me hard on the back. I winced from the shooting p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/783619/ The moonlight lit up my shoes as I starred over the edge of the dock. I hadn't been swimming since I was six years old and lived in a cottage at the edge of town. Back then, it was just me, my mom, my dad, and sister Tina, the ideal image of a family; and frankly, that's what we were.We were just an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/782778/ "So what do I do?" His voice was nothing louder than a murmer over the roar of the vehicles from the highway. I didn't have an answer for him, hell I never did, but today he was looking for one; one I couldn't conjure up so quickly."I don't know Jon," I said after a moment of thought, watching a few.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/782386/ A series of short stories that are all linked together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jess-Holden/782379/ What does a killer do after taking a life? What does he feel? Does he feel at all? 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